The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The victory cheers within the maze were deafening, but outside in the Silver Pine Forest, it was complete pandemonium.

An unexpected earthquake shook the entire forest, startling not only the animals and demon beasts hibernating for winter but also causing the militia on duty to be extremely nervous.

The guard post of the Silver Pine Town Civilian Corps.

Militia crawling behind cover looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, their eyes alternating between the snowy forest and the watchtower nearby that kept shaking.

It was now December, and heavy snowflakes had begun to drift down from the sky, soon to turn Thunder County into a world shrouded in white.

If their watchtower collapsed at this time, it would be a disaster for those who still had to serve duty in this area.

After all, wood and soil become as hard as steel in winter. They would need to exert several times more effort to rebuild the watchtower and risk frostbite in the process.

Fortunately, the violent shaking ended quickly, and calmness returned to the entire forest. The watchtower, standing at the center of the camp, had fortunately survived the ordeal.

After waiting for some time, "Shield Dropper" Hephael confirmed there were no new disturbances and finally left the wooden cover draped with icicles with a sigh of relief.

"Stopped... All clear."

Upon hearing the all-clear signal, the other militia members also breathed sighs of relief, swinging their firearms onto their backs.

"Must have been an earthquake."

"Thank heavens..."

I heard the Demon King is back.

Compared to the return of the Demon King Army, an earthquake was certainly good news.

After sending the new recruit to stand guard in the watchtower, Hephael returned to the fireside. He had just propped his firearm against a tree stump when the ground beneath him started to rumble again.

But fortunately, it didn't last long this time, stopping after a few seconds—it seemed more like an aftershock.

Sitting next to the leader by the fire, the militia, whose nerves had been frayed, wiped off the snow from their faces and cursed.

"Damn it... What's going on in the maze now?"

"Who knows..."

A somewhat younger militia member raised his hand and spoke softly.

"I've heard a little bit."

All eyes, including their leader "Shield Dropper," turned to him.

Hephael looked at him with obvious skepticism and asked with a scoff.

"And where did you hear that?"

The young man boldly claimed.

"At the Silver Pine Path, that tavern where adventurers often go... I overheard them saying something about a Gate of Chaos appearing on the fifth floor of the maze."

Gate of Chaos?

Hephael was stunned, and the surrounding militia members began murmuring to each other with astonished looks.

An older militia member frowned and spoke.

"You mean the incident at Mist Town? But I heard... wasn't that already dealt with by the Trident Knights?"

"It's not the same, Mist Town was on the fourth floor, this time it's the fifth floor..."

The younger man shook his head rapidly and continued to recount what he had overheard.

"And I also heard that it had something to do with that guy from the Dimension Desert last time, not just some Deceitful Fog..."

When they heard the words "Dimension Desert," the people sitting by the fire finally changed their expressions.

Especially Hephael, who subconsciously shifted in his seat as if the wooden stump under him had become a blazing forge.

No wonder they reacted this way.

Lately, they had indeed seen some refugees coming from the direction of Brass Pass.

All of these desperate individuals had one thing in common—a look of absolute terror, preferring to endure hunger, death, and the harsh winter than flee their own homes.

Even if they had no clear concept of the so-called "flames that destroy everything," they could indirectly sense the terror that emanated from that entity...

They had even heard rumors recently that Brass Pass was in dire straits, and the Ryan Kingdom was urgently asking for help from the Aus Empire.

If this was true, the Campbell Duchy would probably not be spared either; the evil wind blowing from the Dimension Desert would sooner or later visit this place.

"I heard they slaughtered an entire city..."

One nervous militia member remarked.

Another militia member, who was previously a hunter, cursed under his breath.

"Damn those accursed external gods! Don't they have homes of their own?!"

At this moment, a previously silent militia member suddenly spoke up.

"They really don't have one; I heard they come from the Void."

Everyone curiously looked at him, and one couldn't help but ask.

"The Void?"

"What's that?"

"The Void is the Void, nothingness, yet everything..."

The man who looked like a farmer gestured with his fingers as he continued.

"It's the end of all things and the beginning of everything. If our world, together with the stars in the sky, is like an epic story, then it is the world beyond this epic."

Listening to the old farmer ramble on about stories heard from who knows where, Shield Dropper Hephael shook his head and threw another stick into the fire.

"I've never heard a dumber theory!"

These people had never left Silver Pine Town, yet they liked to make up stories about the stars in the sky.

Not just Hephael found it foolish.

His superior, who was not here, the Sheriff and leader of the Silver Pine Town Civilian Corps Aled, felt the same, dismissing such rumors and forbidding them from discussing them.

However, when these words came from the mouth of the venerable Baron Ges, Aled maintained the utmost respect and didn't show his disdain, even reluctantly expressing admiration and praise.